So far.
Sixth
She picked up the phone and listened to the dial tone for a moment.
“Who was that?” asked her son.
“Nobody,” she answered. “A wrong number.”
“Was it Dad?”
“No.”
“Where is he?”
“He’ll be home soon.” She began putting away groceries. Soup. Oreos. Green peppers. A bottle of wine.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Untitled - Part 6
Posted by Snag at 2:48 PM
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4 comments:
Not enough zombies.
Or did I break the mood?
Oh nice, RM.
How do you know they aren't zombies?
Because zombies hate Oreos. It is the test we use post apocalypse to tell us from them.
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